[Verse 1: Nick Hexum, Doug "SA" Martinez]
Now I'm not the type to just act like I know
Puttin' on an angle, puttin' on a show
Speakin' on nothing makes you a stunt
I'll tell you right here, yo, I won't front
I cross the T's and skip non-legitimacies
Or else, please
I cannot handle all the negative vibe merchants
Is that all you have in you, perchance?
So much angst and pain, it's so wack
You should take a tip from the one Frank Black
Play some pachinko, play some Parcheesi
'Cause all the angst shit is just cheesy
It's the 311 bliss, too smooth for pissed
Lyrics talkin' loud again, yeah, we are the party men
Cosmetics that you fretted, we sport the high aesthetic
Here go rap kickin' the dazzled crazy mathematic (Come on)

[Pre-Chorus 1: Doug "SA" Martinez]
I am what I am, mix some old school jams
Onto tape 'cause the party's in the crates I scan
Step into the realm, what you gonna do?
Get the party people something funky to listen to

[Chorus: Nick Hexum, Doug "SA" Martinez]
Misdirected hostility, that's what you got, see
Misdirected hostility, that's what you got, see
Misdirected hostility, that's what you got, see
Misdirected hostility, that's what you got (got, got…)
[Verse 3: Doug "SA" Martinez, Nick Hexum]
(Ooh) It's body rock, pop and lock, here's an example
Boulevard chrome beats always ampin' your temple
Punks get got in the age of hip-hop
It's just begun like stolen bikes on the blacktop (Come on)

[Pre-Chorus 2: Doug "SA" Martinez, Nick Hexum]
Born to sing a lyric immaculately concepted (Uh)
No strain in your game if your game is respected
Come (Uh) as you are, radio star
Drown out the hatred with a rhyme and electric guitar (Yeah)

[Verse 4: Doug "SA" Martinez]
Dispatched when rap shattered the glass of radio access
May we turn some soul on their rhythmless dances
You know the time, and they'll know the scoop
They'll say it was a rhyme and a beat of a rap group

[Interlude: Nick Hexum & Doug "SA" Martinez]
Your rhymes have been outmoded
Your rhymes have been outmoded
Your rhymes have been outmoded
Your rhymes have been outmoded

[Verse 4: Nick Hexum, Doug "SA" Martinez, Both]
(Uh) Your rhymes have been outmoded so just quit your belly achin'
You're saying that you're tortured, give me a fuckin' break and
Maybe take out the source of your dispairin'
What do I mean? Kick the fuckin' heroin
I speak from experience, because I didn't see clearly once
Actin' like I dunce
In 1989 I was cocaine and Jim Beam
But now it's '95 and I'm ginseng
[Chorus: Nick Hexum, Doug "SA" Martinez]
Misdirected hostility, that's what you got, see
A-misdirected hostility, that's what you got, see
Misdirected hostility, that's what you got, see
Misdirected hostility, that's what you got (got, got…)

[Outro: Doug "SA" Martinez & Nick Hexum]
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